Hey all. Sorry there has been nothing more than radio silence on this URL for the last week or so. That happens from time to time...those times when I don't even want to crack my laptop open because I need a little break from it or am feeling uninspired. I wish I could say that I was I was undergoing glamourous escapades during this week, but that is simply not true. Unless of course, your definition of a glamoorous esccapade is watching Parenthood and spending time with your mother.
Due to the emotionally taxing nature of the show, it was probably not the wisest choice that I chose to play catch up on seasons 3-5 of Parenthood on the one year anniversary of my dad's death. [Tangent: It is crazy to me that he has been gone one year. In a way, it feels like that morning when the funeral home came was just yesterday, but then I think back on all that has occurred in the last year, I come to understand that 12 months have indeed passed. It has been a year since I have heard him yell at the TV during the Christian Mingle ads (he used to be especially angered by "find God's match for you.") He felt it was manipulative. He has a point. It's been over a year since I have seen him leave the table, poke a hole in a dinner roll and pour in molasses. It has been a year since I have begrudgingly lured him into watching American Idol with me had him tell me the same shows I had lured him into watching were total garbage. It's been a year since I've awoken to the theme song from Bonanza blaring in the den or sent him to the Redbox for movies only for him to return with 4 movies about war. It's been a year since I have heard the words "neocon" and "ideolog" used daily in this house. ] I've always liked the underrated NBC show because the family always closely mirrored the one I grew up in (minus the legions of grandkids and the frequent impromptu dance parties)- 4 kids composed of 2 boys and 2 girls ( I consider myself the Sarah) and two liberal parents, the sweetly introspective Camille and the tough yet lovable Zeek.
Every time I watch the show, I feel like my dad is the model for Zeek Braverman....so much so that if a movie was made of my dad's life- I would demand Craig T. Nelson at least audition. [Tangent: I am pretty sure dad and Zeek even wore the same jeans....you know those ones that were a "great deal at Academy Sports" and my father owned in triplicate.] Zeek had Atrial Fibrillation and didn't wanna tell anyone because he didn't wanna worry the family or get special treatment. Zeek went above and beyond for his family to the point of borderline doing too much. Zeek was a Vietnam vet who went and took new veterans under his wing. Yep, that's daddy.
As mom and I watch the show together, we repeatedly were brought to tears by the similarities [Tangent: I mean each episode generally makes me cry anyway big ugly tears, so to marathon watch 6 episodes in a row while drinking boxed wine is probably the most masochistic thing you could do, especially given the majority of those episodes a main character is dealing with Cancer. Oh well. I never said I was a sound decision maker. BTW.
If you would have told me years ago that one day the man that played
Coach Hayden Fox would be turning me into a blathering mess, I would
have drug tested you!] I miss my dad everyday for one reason or another, and there are always lots of things I want to tell him. Last week, though, while watching a one hour drama loosely based on a early 90s movie, I found it oddly comforting...like he was still around.